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From Twitter 12-18-2009 [19 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 14:45:29: UB decided to celebrate my first day off with a fire alarm... while I slept.
  • 22:45:09: Drunk date, marry or fuck with @dmfitzy08. You know what's fucked? We are.
  • 23:21:36: DRUNK.
  • 23:29:11: So many bottles.
  • 23:34:52: I started out sitting on the floor. The more I drink, the closer I get to lying down. Whatsongis @dmfizty08's ringtone? fuck spaces
  • 23:48:07: Cuddling with vodka

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From Twitter 12-17-2009 [18 Dec 2009|02:03am]


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From Twitter 12-16-2009 [17 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 01:05:50: @alaname You still do that think where you combine two insults to make a new word? Do you remember the word britch in 5th grade? brat witch
  • 01:26:06: http://twitpic.com/tpoh3 - The heading on my Meso Arch paper. Because I can.
  • 01:26:50: Definitely going with footnotes. Because they take up more space and nobody told me not to.
  • 02:04:59: A half an hour and I'm already on the third page. I know this note-taking thing was a good idea.
  • 03:52:49: No more paper... nooooooooooo. (4 1/2 pages down)
  • 04:32:20: Ever wonder where stucco use reached it's zenith? Palenque. You didn't? Me neither.
  • 05:41:03: La Iglesia has "well developed" cornices. *snicker*
  • 16:03:31: I have conquered the paper.
  • 20:52:08: Tonight's dinner is stir-fry with a side of swedish fish. I love college.
  • 23:55:39: @stuartdakin I know what you mean. Walking outside in the cold feels great (I wish I could think of a better word than great).

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From Twitter 12-15-2009 [16 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 05:18:02: Dear 4am, Stop happening. I just want to play on the internet.

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From Twitter 12-14-2009 [15 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 05:35:30: Bed. Tomorrow I conquer the essay.
  • 13:21:54: It's so good to be writing a paper without having to worry about Roommate N blasting bad music.
  • 15:51:19: Fuck. Nose is so stuffed up.
  • 16:22:13: Done. Emailed. Now to print and hand in the hard copy.

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From Twitter 12-13-2009 [14 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 00:22:02: Computer makes me sad.
  • 23:04:12: Sitting alone in my room making cat noises. What is wrong with me?

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From Twitter 12-12-2009 [13 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 00:00:01: I'm sick, my computer's sick. Fuck everything.
  • 00:01:07: @stuartdakin If it was a love text, then that's a little awkward but you'll survive. If it was a dirty text, you'll need a new rommmate.
  • 04:30:03: Why does this bottle of DayQuil taste so much worse than the other one?
  • 16:01:18: college means never showering.
  • 16:04:26: Polishing off my UV Blue tonight.
  • 18:34:57: Note to self: Vacuum before you leave. Desk area riddled with pretzel crumbs.
  • 19:39:00: Why are you a dumb bitch, computer?
  • 22:00:22: Mesoamerican Archaeology can go DIAf.

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From Twitter 12-11-2009 [12 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 15:04:03: just finished my bottle of dayquil. too sleepy to go get more.

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From Twitter 12-10-2009 [11 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 22:56:52: I think bosco sticks would help me feel better, but I'm not leaving this bed. 2 more hours until I can take more DayQuil.

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From Twitter 12-09-2009 [10 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 00:02:05: Just tried to spell my name with three s's. Good job Alesssandra.
  • 01:41:32: http://fictionpress.com/~alessandralee
  • 01:45:57: Dear self, At least is two words. Stop acting like you don't know that.
  • 01:46:51: @KaosuSetsu But it's my name. I know it's long and all, but I'm 19. I should be able to spell it. Muscle memory alone should get me by.
  • 17:53:32: No guys, it's totally cool for you to paint your nails on my stool. And maybe you could wake me up with a loud phone call at 8:30 am.
  • 23:48:14: Sleep is definitely going to hard tonight with this congestion.
  • 23:48:21: Also, my first final is tomorrow.
  • 23:55:02: Why is it that I only want to do outside writing on nights when it's raining/snowing/hailing/whatever you call what it's doing right now.

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For My Mother [09 Dec 2009|12:18pm]
For My Mother
I’m starting to accept
That we’ll never have
A real mother-daughter relationship.
There’s just too much anger and disappointment
And resentment between us.
All it does is build,
So there’s no hope to heal
And I just want to stop,
Stop hearing all the ways I’ve fucked up.
I’m insecure enough
All on my own.
I can’t keep being
The one who isn’t good enough.
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From Twitter 12-08-2009 [09 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 00:18:09: So apparently Roommate N thinks bathroom sex is hot.

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From Twitter 12-06-2009 [07 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 02:48:22: Love, Actually.
  • 22:04:04: Putting Keri Hilson last was clearly a poor decision. Eveyone is leaving.

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From Twitter 12-05-2009 [06 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 17:21:51: Roommate N just showed me her new underwear. I hate my life.
  • 17:57:01: I really, really hate phone conversations with my mother.

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From Twitter 12-04-2009 [05 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 14:21:53: No, roommate N, I do not want to talk about boys.
  • 14:22:03: Also, I hate snow.

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From Twitter 12-03-2009 [04 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 00:49:03: @alaname Never heard that one before.
  • 00:49:36: The only food left in my room is saltines. Enjoying them and the water bottle I got with my meal exhange tonight. I am broke.
  • 22:06:07: just turned on my music and started dancing around the room. then i noticed my roommate was sitting there the entire time.
  • 23:26:27: @alaname Always.

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From Twitter 12-02-2009 [03 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 19:02:45: My mother uses variations of the same password for everything. So I now know exactly what I'm getting for Christmas.

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From Twitter 12-01-2009 [02 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 00:16:14: why is it that the second decided i'm going to bed roommate n turns on her music.
  • 15:05:05: Turn your tweets red for #worldaidsday. (Just add the #red hashtag to your posts.)

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From Twitter 11-30-2009 [01 Dec 2009|02:00am]

  • 00:35:18: So I just finished my 13th notebook of poetry.
  • 14:16:39: When paying your friend back for New Moon tickets, it is completely unacceptable to give her $10 in change, including pennies.

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A Real, Live Post [30 Nov 2009|10:53am]
I use livejournal. I promise. I'm on top of all my communities and all my author blogs. I even have a paid account. I just kind of suck at actually updating with more than the automated Twitter reposts. But here I am, ready to blog... ish.

I just finished my latest poetry notebook, so I feel like I've accomplished something. I even managed to fill this one in less than a year. And I bought a new notebook that I'm prepping to write in today. This will be notebook number 14. They all look different, but I've become very methodical in the way I fill them out. Pages need to be numbered. Seeing the numbers go by makes me feel like I'm making a dent in the book. Full name in the front cover. I tried to find my book label things (which have a proper name that I've conveniently forgotten) while I was home for Thanksgiving, but my parents have re-arranged my room. Next page is some inspiring quotations. This book has some Henry Rollins, George Eliot, Nancy Mair, David James Duncan, C.S. Lewis, Diane Von Furstenburg, Lord Byron, W.H. Auden and Mark Twain. The inside back cover says "Fourteenth book of poetry." When I actually start writing, every poem gets dated at the top of the page.

I got kind of lax in the poetry writing department once in high school. I attribute this to going off medication for ADD. Which, for the most part, was a good thing, since it kind of fucked me up a little. In 8th grade, in a fit of super-concentration, I wrote a long letter to my English teacher explaining to her how she was a terrible teacher and no one respected her. Then I gave said letter to her. And there was that 8 day period, also in the eighth grade, that I wrote 120 poems.

So I've been making myself write two poems a day since November 3rd. And while they started off as complete pieces of shit, they've started to become decent.

I also went to two poetry readings this summer, after a two year hiatus due to working senior year and being in Buffalo last year. I'm still in Buffalo, but I'm supposed to go to the December reading while I'm home. They've moved from the inconvenient location in Smithtown, to a really inconvenient location in Sachem. Yay! But it was good to see Jeanette, who is in her nineties, and still hosting the readings. Mankh still has trouble remembering my name, which is irksome. I went to my first reading when I was thirteen; he should remember it.

School is boring the shit out of me. I'm not as fascinated with Classics and Archaeology, but I'm more interesting in finishing school than I am in finding something I want to study. Besides, I'm fairly certain I don't want to study. I just want to write.

Bored now. Ending post.
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